These past seven days, Bear has been busy in his workshop making gifts. I had been calling it "Santa's Workshop", but Bear said Santa wasn't around to help, so we should just call it "workshop". fine.
Ace and I were in charge of overseeing his productivity, but really I was in charge because how much can that baby really keep an eye on when staring at my collarbone for most of the day?
(no idea why I'm giving you a thumbs up, but hey- good job.)
These past seven days, three out of four of us have been sick with colds. It's not been pretty.
These past seven days, my in laws arrived with food, affection and helping hands. It was awesome.
These past seven days, through sickness and visitors and adjusting to a new baby brother, I realized that not only does Bear look older, he's acting older.
He's setting the table without being told. He's putting on his boots by himself. He hauls logs over to the wood stove and sweeps up crumbs with a dust pan.
He's making motor sounds for his dirt bikes and loudly flying his airplanes. He meticulously dresses his Playmobil people and then launches in to the most imaginative play with them- including extensive conversations that make me giggle when I eavesdrop on him.
He understands now that the warm feeling in his heart is love and has announced that Trot is his best friend (Trot was delighted).
I had not meant for the post to go this way today. I am baffled by my wistfulness, but I look at these pictures, I recall how Bear catered to me when I was down for the count and it becomes clear that there's no denying it.... Bear is growing up.
No need to slow it down or lament his toddlerhood passing quickly by, but I ask you- how did I miss it? They all warned me to watch; that he would grow before I knew it and to be vigilant. I had my eyes on every blonde hair of his and monitored his shoe size like a hawk and yet somewhere between head and toe, my baby boy has begun to grow up.